Speak low if you speak love. The opposite be true of hate. Sayers abound, spilling pithy words that drip with an echo into meager cups hollow with resent. Nay, I say to the sayers. Anger and discontent only serve to fuel thy words with fire passionate under the heavy rains of success.

“Alas, Haters” by Nathan W. Pyle shows Shakespeare strutting along with nary a care for he knows that those who hate, shall hate henceforth. In modern parlance, haters gonna hate. So it is, and so it shall be.